Dad is very strict and friendly to me. Always educate me to study hard, but always leave me time to watch TV and play.
Dad works in a factory. He is very busy at work and travels a lot. But he will take me out as soon as he has time. My father loves me very much. Every time he goes on a business trip, he brings me some gifts. These gifts include things I like.
Books and clothes. I like reading books, such as allusions, learning stories and science fiction story. I also have Yi costumes. My friends say they look very beautiful on me.
Dad also has many friends. They spend a lot of time together, just like a group of older children.
Dad is such a person. I love him and I am afraid of him. I want to play by myself, but I can't live without him.
What a good father he is!
(2) Listen to my father's previous story and write 450 words.
Listen to dad's past story.
Name: Liu Jinhua Mailing Address: No.2 Central Primary School, Anzhuang Town, Juxian County, Rizhao City, Shandong Province Postal Code: 276532.
Tel: 0633-687 1035 E-mail: Sun Yongtai @ 126 Tutor: Gui Talan.
A group of mud children are in a dark room, an earthen platform and a yard, which is a portrayal of their father's generation at school when they were young.
According to my father, it was difficult to go to school when I was a child, and the classroom was the bullpen of the production team. There are cracks and holes all around, and the winter wind blows in and hits the face like a knife; It's sultry in summer, and classes will be closed on rainy and cloudy days.
It's different now. Our school is beautiful. The classroom is spacious and bright. There are rockeries, fountains, small bridges and running water in the park-like campus ... Walking on the campus path, the lush buttonwood trees cover the blue sky, and the sunshine falls to the ground bit by bit through the green leaves. When the wind blows gently, the little sunshine jumps around on the ground, much like the twinkling stars in the middle of the night. The buttonwood trees whose leaves have been washed by rain are more energetic. They all straighten their slender waist, as if scrambling to let me appreciate their charm after rain. You see, there is a drop of rain on that wide leaf, wandering back and forth in the boundless sea of leaves.
Green grass, green trees and red leaves are all green. This is my school, a world full of green. We study, live and spend every day happily in this gorgeous world.
(3) My story composition with my father.
When I was a child, my father always smiled. Even if my mother quarrels with him sometimes, he always greets him with a smile. Once my mother was so angry that she turned and closed the door as soon as she entered the room. My father pushed me into the middle of the door when I was three. I saw my father smiling, but I didn't know what to do. I stood at the door, looked up at my mother and looked back at my father. Mother couldn't help laughing.
At that time, my father was a middle school physics teacher. When I grow up, I am curious about the school curriculum. I admire seeing my father speaking on the podium, but my father said not to be disturbed in class. I wanted to go in but didn't dare, so I poked around at the door. Dad just wrote something on the blackboard and didn't look at the movement below. The students became active, and several people motioned for me to go in.
I took two steps, shrank my feet and looked at my father. He is still writing letters, but he hasn't seen me. I was so nervous when I walked in, and finally I squeezed myself behind the door and dared not come out again. Dad finished writing and continued his class, only to see all the students smiling while covering their mouths. Finally, he found the movement behind the door. He opened the door and saw me hiding, with a gentle smile on his face, reaching out to touch my head.
There is a blank memory behind me. I don't know whether to be sent home on the spot or to sit inside and wait for my father to finish class.
When I was a child, I was sickly and spent a lot of effort on my parents. One night in the middle of the night, my mother suddenly had a bad fever, and my father went to the hospital behind my back.
I fell on my father's warm back and jumped up and down with the rhythm of his footsteps. Seeing the stars shining gently all over the sky, I began to chat with my father about the stars. I was very confused at that time, and I still remembered to ask for the stars in the sky. My father also fooled me with a long ladder that could reach the stars. Then he showed me the faint shadow on the bright moon and told me that it was a tree on the moon and a fairy. I looked up at the crystal moon in the magical night sky, surrounded by magical warmth, and my body gradually cooled down.
I didn't see a doctor when I arrived at the hospital, and my fever went down. Dad carried me back again. Later, I said I was sick. Just show me the stars instead of seeing a doctor. I'm so happy.
When I was a child, I always slept with my sister. At that time, my parents would come over in the middle of the night to see if our quilts were covered. The yellow flashlight light is the expectation of every night. Time swept my eyes and I woke up. However, I always seem to know that I can't open my eyes when this warmth is revealed, so I closed my eyes and let the flashlight sway my eyes. Pretending to sleep is not like pretending to be old. My eyelids always jump. The more I try to calm it down, the more I dance.
From school to senior three, school teachers began to make up lessons crazily. Dad has been working in the education commission, and he is not optimistic about the teacher's make-up classes, saying that the courses can actually be completed in the classroom. This kind of squeezing education has squeezed the aura of all students. Of course, I can't say this, but it is of great benefit to me. As soon as the teacher wants to make up lessons, I will go home and let my father write a note. In the eyes of many people, this should be my father's excessive encouragement. But in any case, I am one of the few people of my age who have no fear of the college entrance examination.
Later, when I went to college, I lost a lot of contact with my family. I often don't call home for a long time as long as the food stays the same every month. The period before graduation should be a crazy day for every college graduate. At that time, I always felt depressed and wanted to vent, but I couldn't stop venting. Unlike those crazy boys, we don't throw tape into the kettle, but walk silently in the street with some friends, thinking.
What impressed me for the first time was the spirit and the jar. As they walked, the three men began to cry. Nobody advised anyone, and then they called each other. Father was in Shenzhen on business that day. When I got on the phone and heard my father's voice, I burst into tears. Dad didn't ask anything. When I calmed down, he asked me if the weather was cold and if I had enough clothes. I cried again, then sobbed and said, Dad, I miss you.
It is very difficult to find a good job after graduation, and there is no place to ask for help with the certificate of excellent graduates. I have been thinking about whether my leading role is dynamic or static. If it is static, I will go home to accompany my parents. If it's dynamic, I'll break in alone outside.
Finally, I decided not to go home, not because I saw that I took the initiative, but because I wanted to let myself go more.
I have been working for more than two years in a blink of an eye, but I have been running far and far to the south. Two months ago, my father came to see me with my mother. I am glad that the years have not left too many marks on my father's spirit. He is as optimistic and cheerful as before. I took them to Shenzhen and Zhuhai and talked about everything along the way.
A week later, they will go back, but I didn't want to talk that night, and I couldn't eat any food, as if every word I said and every bite I ate would reveal my inner SOB. I'm afraid they will see something, but the smile is getting more and more reluctant. Dad saw it and asked me why I was so happy and didn't say anything tonight. I didn't even say no, and then I laughed.
Go back to the dormitory at night, but can't sleep. Thinking about the cracks left by parents' canthus years, thinking about floating in the sky alone. What is the effective time to repay them? And now, I have nothing but myself The long sigh in my heart was drowned in that dark night, and occasionally two pieces of light tore from nowhere.
Then I called home one day, and my father was not there. My mother said that she didn't fall asleep the night before she left, thinking that I didn't eat much. Dad tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, saying that he had been thinking about why I was unhappy that night. ...
Holding the phone, quietly listening to my mother's words, tears fell down.
This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging desk and sent a short message to my father: Good morning, Dad, it's cold today, and I have enough clothes. Don't worry about me. ...
4 Dad's story composition is 400-500 words.
( 1)
When it comes to the fun of childhood, my father is excited and his eyes are wide open. The expression in his eyes is very happy. He pointed to one by one and said, "When we were young, we played a lot. Unlike now, we are all only children. At that time, all the children in a yard played together, such as roller wheels, hiding, climbing trees ... everything.
My mother seemed to be inspired by my father, leaned in and said longingly, "That's right. In the past, students would jump rubber bands together after school and play all kinds of games ... "
I don't understand: "Don't you do your homework after school?"
My mother touched my head and said, "Yes, there was not much homework at that time, and it was solved in half an hour." The rest of the time is at your disposal. More relaxed on weekends. I invited some classmates, brought some melon seeds and peanuts, and went to the park to play and chat, but I was happy ... "
I looked envious: "That's great." I can't help thinking of my weekend, either doing my homework or rushing to the interest class. My body is tired but helpless. I keep spinning and busy. I am the only child in my family, and sometimes I really feel a little lonely and helpless, so I can only do my homework desperately to make up for the hole in my heart. When you really have time, you can only sit in front of the TV and watch boring TV or play computer games. ...
In contrast, today's children have less fun and more troubles in their childhood. ...
Parents' childhood is more interesting. ...
(2)
My dad is a big story book. His stories can't be finished. Every story is very interesting. You will laugh when you hear it. Listen carefully if you don't believe me
Father has a classic and novel mantra: this is really overbearing! That time I went for a walk with my father and suddenly saw a brown puppy. This puppy has a pair of small triangular ears, and its tail is very thick and furry, just like a little fox. This made dad very interested: "This dog is really overbearing!" So this great famous saying was born! And whenever I see something very special, I often say "really overbearing".
Although my father is almost 30 years old, he is still childlike! Dad bought me a skateboard that day. I haven't tried it yet. Dad will beat me to it. I saw him so agile that he stumbled to the ground! He skated for a long time and was a little complacent. Just when he was full of ambition, he suddenly fell off the skateboard. Dad didn't forget to give himself a rounder and scratched his head shyly. "Although there is no perfect ending, I also invented a new method!" I can't help laughing when I see my father is so stubborn!
Dad is also good at cheating. I remember once, I fell down in a race with others, and when I saw that there was no hope of winning, I sat on the ground and cried like a pear flower with rain. Dad couldn't bear to see me cry like this, so he learned to look like me. He cried when I cried, and it was worse than me, until I cried and laughed at last.
By the way, I forgot to tell you that my father is master chef! Although not as good as a chef, I think his cooking can be great. Because as long as my father comes into the kitchen, my mother and I will be caught up. Don't laugh, it's all my father's fault!
How's it going? My dad is so cute! Of course, just envy!
(3)
My father is a man who likes reading very much. He loves every book fondly. I'm just paying lip service, so give me a few examples!
One night, I fell asleep in my small room. At midnight 12, I wanted to go to the toilet, so I got out of bed and ran to the toilet. When I wanted to go back to my room to sleep after going to the toilet, I suddenly saw a faint light in the study. So, I walked slowly and gently to the study and came to the door of the study. I realized that it was my father who was holding a small desk lamp in the study and absorbed in reading. I quietly walked over and whispered, "Dad." He doesn't seem to respond. I think my father must be too absorbed in reading. I don't want to disturb him. So I stood behind my father and read the book with him. We read page by page. Finally, when my father put down his book and picked up the teapot to drink tea, I went up to him and said, "Dad! When will you be optimistic? " Then the father said in surprise, "Why are you here?" I replied, "I've been here for a long time. Go to sleep! " Dad said unhappily, "Go to sleep quickly and I'll read for a while." So, as I walked to my room, I said to my father, "Come back to sleep after reading, oh!" My father, even reading in the afternoon 12, really regards books as his good friends.
I still remember one time, my parents and I went to the supermarket to buy food. As soon as we entered the supermarket, my father went to the second floor, and my mother bought food on the first floor. I followed my father to see what he really wanted to do. Finally, my father went to a book corner to read. I walked beside him and saw my father reading a book called "Fiona Fang's Dealing with People". He was reading while reading quietly, and I was wandering around the second floor. Half an hour later, after my mother finished buying the book, I came to this book corner to find my father and told him to go home. But my father said, "Go home first, I have to read for a while!" " "After listening to my father's words, I had to go home first. My mother and I waited at home for another 65,438+0 hours, when my father arrived late. He is carrying a bag in his hand. I saw my father holding a bag in his hand. I ran to see what was in the bag and asked, "Did you bring me anything?" Dad said happily, "They are all my books. "I'm really disappointed because my father didn't bring me anything good, but for my father, it's already full.
There are more and more books on my father's bookshelf. It's completely full now. Now my father often takes down some good books from the bookshelf, reads them carefully, and sometimes picks up a pen to write and extracts the good ones.
Dad is really a reader, and the reader has really become his good friend.
(5) Write the story of Dad in 5OO words.
In my life, I don't spend much time with my father, because my father has to work every day and has more social activities, and he only plays with me occasionally on weekends. Answering these questions can't weaken our father-son relationship, because I know that my father has always loved and cared about me, and I care about him. I remember one winter night in the second grade, I was sick. My father wrapped me in a quilt and took me to the hospital. He saw a doctor, bought medicine and accompanied me for an injection. Until the next morning, my father didn't sleep a wink all night, and he had to go to school to ask for sick leave. .
Another time, I accidentally lost my math textbook and didn't dare to tell my parents. As a result, my father found out when he checked my homework, severely criticized me and taught me to be careful and be an honest child in the future. I asked his friend to lend me a math textbook and go home to make up lessons for me.
The story in the basket is about his father's high school composition of 1000 words.
Looking back at those baskets in the youth that can't be returned, a small basket that will never be noticed by the world is the whole world of a little girl. -Inscription When I was a child, the innocence of trying on the old man's knees was mostly faint, but the first time I thought of it was a small bamboo basket. A basket full of simplicity, persistence and responsibility. It was in this basket that I completed the best love education in my life. My parents left early when I was a child, so I spent most of my time at my grandmother's house. When people in rural areas have no leisure time, grandparents always go to work in the fields before dawn and come back with moonlight after sunset. Children aged six or seven can't bear loneliness, so I clamored to follow. Grandma disagreed, saying that the mountain road was too far for me to walk. I looked at my grandfather piteously. He sighed lightly, carried me into his big basket, carried me firmly, picked up the sickle and set foot on the mountain road. I didn't think it was far, really. I only remember that the road was smooth and there was no bump except that my feet were a little numb. Grandpa is a cripple. I didn't have the concept of time at that time, but I remembered that the sun was as big as a disc in the cornfield. Grandpa put me on the ridge and went to work by himself. Grandpa is very dark and thin, and his forehead always falls when he swings his hoe. I suddenly remembered a poem, which was taught by the teacher: it was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? So I said, "Grandpa, you are very simple." Yes, everyone in the village says so. But grandpa smiled and said, "I've been stupid all my life." "So this is called" stupid ". So I am very happy. "Then I am as stupid as you! ""Later, I understood that simplicity is the noblest "stupidity". Grandpa's basket is a little bit of this "stupid" concentration. Grandpa said he couldn't take me to the fields in the future, and he had to carry a basket of potatoes. I'm depressed. How boring it is to stay at home alone. Then I had an idea. I said I could go by myself, and I could help remember foreign impressions. Grandpa couldn't beat me, so he found a small basket to carry on his back. If I can run to pick wild flowers when I go, it will be a different scene on my way back. Grandpa only put a dozen potatoes in my basket and carried a big basket by himself. I could bear it at first, but then I bumped all the way up and down the mountain, and my arms were falling apart. I stopped and walked, but I didn't cry. I asked my grandfather for help, and he walked ahead without looking back. So I cried all the way to catch up with him. I was in pain and anger and kept walking to the door. Grandpa just took my hand and squeezed it gently. "No, I'm at home. Why are you crying? " I also know that persistence can't stop crying. Grandpa's basket was built into a definite basket. Country people like to go to the market. The so-called fairness means buying something for the family. In order not to delay the work in the field, people always meet to go to the market before the cock crows. Every market day, I get up early for the first time and take a nap in grandpa's basket on the way. There were many people in the market, and my grandfather dragged me through the crowd and walked from one booth to another. Finally, with my grandmother's needle and thread, my cousin's schoolbag, and all the materials for ancestor worship at home, I carried a heavy basket and walked back with ice cream in my mouth. It's always like this. He went back and forth by himself and didn't even drink saliva. When I was poor, I foolishly asked, "Grandpa, don't you want anything?" Grandpa always smiles and points to the basket behind him. "Everything I want is here." Many years later, when I saw grandpa's basket again, it was not the original one. So I was disappointed that the basket was broken and could not be used, and grandpa was willing to throw it away. And the basket that carried my whole childhood, how many years did it take before I could finally afford it? I know that it's not just woven bamboo strips that get old. That little basket, I hope you can weave it with time and continue all simplicity, persistence and responsibility. Let the old people walking on the mountain road never grow old like you. So, this is my luck.
⑦ Mom and Dad's Growth Story or Struggle Course 1500 Word Senior High School Composition
Every student's parents have unforgettable experiences. They fight for us, for tomorrow and for victory! -inscription
I really don't know much about my parents' struggle history.
I asked my mother, and she said she couldn't say it well and asked her father to say it, but she said it anyway. A long time ago, because my father wanted to start a business, but the economy really didn't support it. Mom and dad can't get the money, but they are not desperate.
Grandma has an idea: borrow it. What can I do if I don't borrow it There is no other way. So, grandma borrowed from the east and the west, bought all the food, and finally got it together.
The problem comes again. The money is enough, but how to rent a house without renting it? So, find a house and rent a house. The problem is that people are poor and don't give loans. They finally found a guarantor and borrowed tens of thousands of dollars from the bank.
The road to entrepreneurial catering has since opened. It's not as simple as you think. After seeing Oriental fast food in Pingdu, mom and dad didn't relax, but scrimped, expanded their industries and made life easier. can
However, the good times did not last long. A few years later, the house expired and was taken back. So they rented another place. Although the corners of the place and the city are good, the business is not prosperous and there are not many people. At this time, mom and dad and
Not discouraged, but trying to find a way, racking their brains to think of a plan, and letting more people know, eat and become famous with attractive activities and plans.
At that time, I went to kindergarten in Pingdu, at school, very happy, at home, the same. Because my parents' eyes are full of love, and my words are extremely gratifying.
Slowly, dad's fast food became bigger, so they tried to open chain stores in other cities. Many things happen. Dad succeeded. He really succeeded, just like a dream, and it was realistic. That's because they keep trying.
Struggle and hard work. Later, I opened stores in Laiyang, Changyi and Weifang, and often went abroad for training and study, learning from each other's strengths and having my own unique characteristics. Brand! After mom finished,
Only said: "It's very hard anyway, very hard!" I think the true portrayal of mom and dad at this time is also a sentence that they can best summarize their mental journey. Who can understand the hidden heart after this sentence?
Acid, pain, fatigue and the cruelty of reality. There is a saying that dreams are beautiful, realistic and cruel! This is not empty, it is real. Years later, mom and dad talked about their experiences. Are they proud?
And then what? I think, no, it will only inspire them to continue to struggle and fight for their dreams!
When I was a child, my parents were hard-working gardeners, and they spilled sweat on me. Their efforts are only for our maturity. As long as we are good, it is worthwhile for them to suffer and be tired again. at present
Now, in my eyes, my parents are like two guardian angels, who just pay silently and never tell me what's on their minds. Every week when I come back, my parents always ask questions about my food. pass/spend a night
Is sherry cold? Are you dressed warmly? Is there pressure to study? I will answer to the bright side, even if I am freezing, I will report to my parents: it is not cold, there is heating! In fact, my mother told me many times that she
Dad said that every time I come back, I want to go out to play with me and go to the supermarket or something, but I am too busy to have time. I know. My mom wants me to understand my dad. In fact, I never want my father to smoke.
Come out to play with me and chat. Every night when he comes back, he will say a word or two to me: "Go to bed, daughter, before it's too late!" " I am very satisfied. In my mind, mom and dad are the best parents in the world. male
The children understand me. They paid!
In this world, they created a sky, a blue sky of their own. Even if it is a trivial piece, it is beautiful and clear!
8 Dad's Story Composition
When it comes to the fun of childhood, my father is excited and his eyes are wide open. The expression in his eyes is very happy. He pointed to one by one and said, "When we were young, we played a lot. Unlike now, we are all only children. At that time, all the children in a yard played together, such as roller wheels, hiding, climbing trees ... everything.
My mother seemed to be inspired by my father, leaned in and said longingly, "That's right. In the past, students would jump rubber bands together after school and play all kinds of games ... "
I don't understand: "Don't you do your homework after school?"
My mother touched my head and said, "Yes, there was not much homework at that time, and it was solved in half an hour." The rest of the time is at your disposal. More relaxed on weekends. I invited some classmates, brought some melon seeds and peanuts, and went to the park to play and chat, but I was happy ... "
I looked envious: "That's great." I can't help thinking of my weekend, either doing my homework or rushing to the interest class. My body is tired but helpless. I keep spinning and busy. I am the only child in my family, and sometimes I really feel a little lonely and helpless, so I can only do my homework desperately to make up for the hole in my heart. When you really have time, you can only sit in front of the TV and watch boring TV or play computer games. ...
In contrast, today's children have less fun and more troubles in their childhood. ...
Parents' childhood is more interesting. ...
Pet-name ruby dad's educational story composition
Once my father and I crossed the street again. As soon as I saw the car was far away from us, I was ready to run opposite. My father suddenly took my hand and calmly walked across the street. When I got home, my father said to me earnestly, "Son, don't run across the road, because the driver who stepped on the accelerator doesn't know if you can cross, so the front of the car will swing from side to side and it's easy to meet you." After listening to my father, I was embarrassed. Yes, there are more cars now, but the quality of drivers has not improved, so I don't pay attention to avoiding pedestrians. If I am really hit, how terrible the consequences will be! Since then, I have never encountered this problem again. Another time, my parents went out to do business, and my father specifically told me: "Don't always play computer! Better not play! Study hard. Learn! " After my parents left, I read a book for a while and felt bored. I just wanted to play computer for a while, but I remembered my father's words. Now I find that there seem to be two people quarreling in my heart. One is to talk. Don't you like playing best? Go! The other party said that they should listen to their parents! Do not drive! But I like playing games, so I finally turned on the computer and started playing. I played 4399 Happy Farm, and I was upgraded to a higher level as required. I had a good time and my parents came back. I turned pale with fear and thought: I will be scolded again! Dad looked at me and said with a smile, "Playing can be fun, but playing is not an end, it should be reading. Write and learn knowledge, so that you can become a pillar of the motherland. If you always play games, you will be deeply attracted by them and neglect your study, which will delay you! So you can play, but you have to understand that playing is to relax.
Attending my father's story composition is 500 words.
Dad! One of the most important members of the family. Dad, a hard worker. Dad is the father of each of us. There are many stories between my father and me. do you want to hear them? Don't be surprised!
When I was in the third grade, I was just an ordinary representative of a small Chinese class who only knew the action industry, and my academic performance was not so good! Probably got the worst score of 89, which was very poor! When I handed out the unit 5 test paper, I took a look and got 89 points! That's terrible! Dad will kill me! My heart is spinning, like a hula hoop. Let me see my deskmate, ah! He got 96 points! My heart is like a mountain. What a pressure!
When I got home, my father asked me how my grades were. I faltered and didn't know how to answer. My father told me to speak quickly. I said slowly, "I passed the exam ... 8 ... 89!" " ""what? 89 points? "There seems to be a fire on Dad's head that will never go out." Take it out and see! "I took out my test paper and said," Come on! Sign at ... "Dad was angry when he saw it. He threw away the test paper and said," Have you worked hard? " I nodded and shouted. Dad said again, "Oh! Are you serious? " I shook my head and my father said, "All right! Be serious next time, don't cry, I won't hit you. "I saw his comments and signatures, and every painting was very serious. He set an example for me and I was deeply moved.
Dad! You are one of my favorite people. I want to thank you for teaching me so much!
This is a story between my father and me. I want to cherish the time with him, don't waste it!